I got My glock I'm on O block She suck My cock Good shit You a snitch Fuk this Dat ain't Yo bitch He watched Her strip He fucked Yo bitch Nigga I'm rich Still coun- Tin it Bro Who dis? I'm Still lit You blood? Or Crip? Ain clear 8 bit Still wit The shits It's me Firs pick Nigga Watch this Sign my name on dat contract Don talk to me if we lost contact Don say nun bout a mothafuckin strong pact Nigga I could expose u I kno wat u lack Goin frum a 6 to a 8 pack Young nigga always gotta stay strapped Shut yo ass up up u ont kno nun bout dat Like Tyga I got fuckin hella racks Say I can trust u nigga I doubt dat Talk shit find me u kno where I b at We was sittin by the fire But the fire wouldn't fire And now we da ones on fire And we only gettin higher Hit dat shi wit a wire And yo bitch is a liar Bitch is u a guy or A bitch who's hella tired I'ma slash yo tires Dis whip I hotwired You kno yo bitch sired Nigga I'm tired Yo bitch da main hoe She a two face hoe Put niggas on payroll We kno that they kno Me AD nd Damo Jus finished a new roll Nd I could b flexin on dese niggas But I ain flexin on dese niggas Cuz I ain gotta b flexin on dese niggas To sho dat I'm da best upon dese niggas nd I'm still blastin on dese niggas shi tragic fo dese niggas stole sum pateks frum dese niggas I ain get to crashin wit dem niggas I'm still laughin at dem niggas I'm spitting fire, burning up the mic Flow so cold, got you feeling like ice I'm the king of the game, call me sire Taking over the world, watch me inspire I'm on top, ain't no one higher Ripping through beats, like a razor wire I'm unstoppable, like a raging fire Leaving haters in my dust, they can't even admire I'm a lyrical genius, my words never tire I spit truth, never be a liar I'm a legend in the making, my name will never expire I'm the freestyle king, watch me retire I'm on the mic, no pen, no pad Just spitting flames, I'm going mad I'm the king of the game, call me dad